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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.