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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gap Band to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.