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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.