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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.