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 France and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Index,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.