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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.