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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Shoche to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Index,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.