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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.