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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
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 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 Ultravox to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.