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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Urselle,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.