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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.