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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.