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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
UT,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.