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 United States 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.