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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Crime,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.