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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.