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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.