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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
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.