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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Can,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
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Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.