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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.