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 Taiwan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.