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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Joyce Sims 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.