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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.