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 Monaco and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.