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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.