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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.