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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.