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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.