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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Can,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.