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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.