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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.