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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.