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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 808 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.