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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.