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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Monks,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
The Trojans,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.