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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.