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 Liberia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.