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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Hoover,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.