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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Ituana,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.