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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.