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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Associates to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.