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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.