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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.