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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.