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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.