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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.