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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Organ,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.