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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.