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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.