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 India and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.