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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.