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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.