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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.