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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Index,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Nico,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.