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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.