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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.