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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.