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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.