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 Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.