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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the jazz 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.