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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.