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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.