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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.