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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.