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 United States and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.