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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
MC5,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.