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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.