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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.