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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.