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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Model 500,
Pole,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.