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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.