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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Nico,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.