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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.