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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.