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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.