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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Hoover,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.