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 Armenia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.