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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sherman to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.