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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.