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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.