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 Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.