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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.