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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.