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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Pagans,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.