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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.