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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.