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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.