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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.