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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 In Retrospect to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.