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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.