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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.