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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.