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 Cyprus 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.