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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.