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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Gang of Four to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Nas,
June of 44,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.