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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 American Breed to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Franke,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.