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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.