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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Associates to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.