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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.