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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Flipper,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.