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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.