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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Can,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Swans,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.