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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Tubeway Army 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.