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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.