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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.