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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Moleskins,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.