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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.