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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.