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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.