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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.