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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.