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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.