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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.