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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Organ,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.