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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.