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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.