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 Tajikistan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.