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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.