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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.