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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.