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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.