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 China and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.