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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.