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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.