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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Urselle,
ABBA,
The Index,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.