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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.