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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.