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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.