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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
The Names,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.