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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.