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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.