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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Nas,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.