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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.