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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.