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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Franke,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.