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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Scion,
the Human League,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.