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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.