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 Zimbabwe 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.