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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Lalann,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.