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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.