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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.