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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.