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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.