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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.