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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Crime,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.