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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 Average White Band to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes 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?
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.