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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.