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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.