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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.