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 South Africa 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.