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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.