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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.