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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aswad to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.