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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Television,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.