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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.