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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.