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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Skarface,
PIL,
10cc,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.