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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.