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 Saudi Arabia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.