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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.