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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Faust,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.