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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
The Evens,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.