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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.