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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus 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,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
MC5,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.