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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.