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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.