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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Television,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.