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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.