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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.