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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.