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 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.