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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.