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 Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.