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 Togo and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.