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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.