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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.