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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.