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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.