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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.