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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.