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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.