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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.