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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.