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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.