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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.