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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.