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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.