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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Seeds 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
X-101,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.