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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.