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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Smog,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.