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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.