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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.