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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.