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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.