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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.