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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.