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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Mummies,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.