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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.