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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.