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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.