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 Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.