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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.