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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.