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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Can,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.