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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.