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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.