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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.