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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.