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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.