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 Armenia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.