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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 arpeggiator 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.