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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.