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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.