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 Austria 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
JFA,
The Busters,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
CMW,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.