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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Wings,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.