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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.