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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Brick,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Cymande,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.