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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.