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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
The Index,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.