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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.