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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.