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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.