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 Greece and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.