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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Quantec,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.