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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.