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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.