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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.