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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.