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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.