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 Costa Rica 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.