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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
The Index,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.