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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.