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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.