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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
MC5,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.