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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.