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 Bulgaria 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.