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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.