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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.