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 Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.