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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.