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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.