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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.