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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.