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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.