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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.