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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.