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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.