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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
the Association,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.