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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Monks,
MC5,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.