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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.