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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.