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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.