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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.