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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.