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 Estonia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.