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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.