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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.