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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.