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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
The Martian,
MC5,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.