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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Index,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.