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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Pole,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.