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 Singapore and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Byrd 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.