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 Grenada 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.