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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.