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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.