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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.