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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Fear,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.