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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Barrington Levy 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Symarip,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.