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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 oboe 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Can,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.