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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Visage,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.