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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.