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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Slave,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.