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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.