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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.