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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.