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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.