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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.