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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
X-102,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.