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 San Marino and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.