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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.