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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.