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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.