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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 the Slits to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.