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 Cameroon 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.