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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.