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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.