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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.