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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.