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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 ABBA 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Franke,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.