Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
ABBA,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.