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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Scientists,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
UT,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.