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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Index,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.