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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.