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 Belgium 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Can,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.