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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Television to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.