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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson 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?
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.