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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.