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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
June Days,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.