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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.