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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.