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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.