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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Cymande,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.