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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.