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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.