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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Faust,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.