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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Yaz,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.