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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Intrusion,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.