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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.