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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.