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 Bhutan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.