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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.