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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.