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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 The Human League to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.