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 China and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Can,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.