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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Nico,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.