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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.