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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Lyres,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.