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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.