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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.