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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.