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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.