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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Television,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.