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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.