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 Liberia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
the Association,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.