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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.