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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.