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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Wings to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.