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 Syria and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.