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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.