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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.