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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.