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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.