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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Japan,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.