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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.