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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.