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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All JFA 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.