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 Panama 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.