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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Smog,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.