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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Ossler,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.