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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.