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 Afghanistan 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.