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 Ecuador 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.