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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.