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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.