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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Index,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.