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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '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 Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.