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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.