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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.