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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.