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 India and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.