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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.