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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Birthday Party to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.