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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.