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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.