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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.