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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.