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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Lyres,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.