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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.