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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.