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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Nas,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.