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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man 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?
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.