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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.