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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.