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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.