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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Ituana to the funk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.