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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
DNA,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.