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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Technova,
The Associates,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.