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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.