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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.