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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.