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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.