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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.