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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Index,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.