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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.