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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Fear to the dance 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.