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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
UT,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.