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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.