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 Mongolia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Technova,
The Wake,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.