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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.