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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.