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 South Africa 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.