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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.