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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Leaves to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Brick,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.