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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.