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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.