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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
New Order,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.