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 Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.