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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.