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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
The Offenders,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.