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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.