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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Mars,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.