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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.