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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
PIL,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.