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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pop Group to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
MC5,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.