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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.