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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.