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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks 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?
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.