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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.