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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
This Heat,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.