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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.