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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.