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 Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.