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 Mozambique 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.