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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.