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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
The Human League,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.