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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.