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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.