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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Can,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.