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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Aswad,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.