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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.