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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.