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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Faust,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.