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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.