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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.