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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.