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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.