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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.