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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.