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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.