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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.