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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Monks,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.