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 Algeria and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.