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 United States 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Smog,
The Searchers,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.