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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.