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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Index,
the Association,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.