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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.