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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.