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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.