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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
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Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.