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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.