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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.