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 Senegal and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.