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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.