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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.