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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.