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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.