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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.