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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.