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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.