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 Denmark 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.