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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Franke,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Skriet,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.