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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
The Move,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.