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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Crime,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.