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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.