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 Tajikistan 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.