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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Crime to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.