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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.