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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Jandek,
New Order,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Crime,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.