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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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?
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.