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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Slave,
The Smoke,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.