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 Malawi 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.