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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.