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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.