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 Niger 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.