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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.