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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
MC5,
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.