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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Magma,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.