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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.