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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.