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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.