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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.