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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
The Victims,
ABC,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.