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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.