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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.