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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Darondo,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.