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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.