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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 808 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Liliput,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.