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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Smog,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.