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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.