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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.