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 Sudan 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.