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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Smog,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Scion,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.