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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
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.