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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Mars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.