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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.