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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Leonard Cohen 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.