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 Brunei 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.