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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.