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 Bulgaria 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Wings,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.