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 Syria and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.