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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.