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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.