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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
CMW,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
DNA,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.