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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.