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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.