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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.