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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.