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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.