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 Barbados 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.