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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.