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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.