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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.