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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.