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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Sound to the techno 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.