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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.