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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.