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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Motorama,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.