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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Intrusion,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.