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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Main Source to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.