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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
X-101,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.