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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.