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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.