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 Yemen 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.