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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.