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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.