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 Mali 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.