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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.