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 Jamaica 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.