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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.