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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Index,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.