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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
UT,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.