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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.